The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1887-12-10

"Hew long do they generally boil pota
/, toes, Maddie:"
, "Til they're DONE" l reply, promptly.
{ "Yes, but when are they done."
|, "When they are fit to eat"
We do not seem likely to get much near
or to it than this, and at present the SUE
cess of the dinner seems problematical.
5 r. NJ.
A steak, very black outside and yer
pink and transparent within. and potatoe
with hard Jumps in the middle--that wa
our dinner. Luckily, Amanda left u
plenty of bread and butter, and the pre-
serve closet is well stocked; After Dime
gave Uncle Simon q little advice in m,
turn, and we sailed out in search of pro
visions which need little or no cooking
With plenty of eggs and canned provision
we may carry on the siege for a while.
shall keep my eye upon Amanda. and an
not without hope of inveigling her bacl
when Uncle Simon is quite tired of tn
present state of affairs.
November 26.
I think both Uncle Simon and l weigh
a few pounds less than we did a week ago
Under our starvation regime Uncle Simon
has waxed meeker and meeker every day
When 1t ca.1e to the prospect of eating 6
Thanksgiving dinner of his own cooking
he fairly collapsed. Then I decided that
the time had come, aud went in search OF
Amanda. She was 10th to come back at
first, but yielded to my representations OF
Uncle Simon has been into the kitchen once
since her return. In other respects he is
gradually becoming more like himself,
though decidedly subdued.
And now about my own private affairs.
1t was on my way back, from Amanda's
that l met him. "Him," of course, means
George Maxwell. He was looking very
fierce and angry when we first met, but
softened a little as we shook hands. Isup-
posed that he had come to see Lulu Belden,
and took very good care to express no sur
prise at his presence. l chartered on for
awhile about the state of affairs at Old
Farm, but he stopped me suddenly.
"Don't talk about such things low, Mad.
die. You know why have come. Don't
pretend to ignore it."
l stared at him. l had no idea what he
meant, nor what answer he expected.
81 have come," he continued, "to ask YOU
why not one Of my letters has ever been
answered-why l have never heard a word
from you since that first note which was
filled with praises OF Arthur Parker. Is he
the cause of your silence!"
"Arthur Parker!" l cried, and then went
into a fit of laughter which must have con.
WINGED the most incredulous. "But what
you mean by your letters? I have
never. had a line from you since l have
been here.o
George stared in his turn. 81 have
to you six times" he said. "Fin.
ally, | grew wild. and wrote to Lulu Bel
den to inquire about you. Her answer
told me that you We're well, and that
was all. At last l could stand it no
longer, and come to see for myself. But
what on earth can have become of the let
Evidently the wisest course was to 90 to
he Post-otfice and ask about them. The
irst inquiry brought forth the entire budg-
u, which l grasped as one who has found
! treasure.
"Why in the world were thew not
,iven to Mr.. Johnes when he asked for Miss |
letters?" asked George; and the
Postmaster laughed.
HE never asked for them, and we didn't |
NOW who Miss Barry was. Mr.. Johnes
loesnt come here any mere fer his mail.
lie has his letters sent to E~astbourne, three
niles away"
"What does he do that for?!" George nat.
asked.
The Postmaster hesitated. "Well, YOU
ee you're some kin to him, and may
you know his little ways. It's about a
nonth ago now that he wanted to show
$ how to sort the mail-by the initials
| the first name instead of the last, We
idn't just feel like taking his advice, and
II sec," said George; and we both
$50 you were not deeply smitten with
arker, after all!" said George,
mot /; but what about you and Lulu
elden" l asked.
"You know, of course, that this is the
'ck upon which Uncle Simon and l split,O
Nd George.
"Because you both admired her, and he
jealous" l said, sagely; at which
gorge fairly roared.
exactly. Because he wanted me to
lmire her and l wouldn't, or rather 1 adj.
ired somebody else more. He advised,
o address her, and when I declined,
,rther advised me to leave the farm,
There is no use writing down any more
that episode. There is no fear of nv
'er forgetting 1t, and as this journal Il
ritten solely for my own eyes, it would
early be q work Of supererogation.
November 20.
Yesterday George ato his Thanksgiving
nner with me. Uncle Simon was dazed
first by the news which we had to tell
m, but, after some cogitation, was moved
look upon it favorably. More than that,
seems that am something of a favorite
tn him, In view of which fact George is
be taken back into favor. Next week /
back to my school, the scarlet fever hav. T.,
4 disappeared, and George will take nv '
ace here-uOtil next spring, ard her {
mething may happen which will bring ,
back to reign over the old place as is
" isn't what l meant for either Of you," {
vi Uncle Simon, ruefully. "You know ,
1T my plans were for you, George, and !
a'leline there ] had intended for Young !
,ryer. promised him the first chance.3 :
| fairly jumped as Uncle Simon revealed !
e pot. which ! had never suspected. No s
Mr.. Parker always looked like a
'sh out OF water" in my presence. |
The only thing l can see now" con. Z
lued Uncle Simon, thoughtfully, "is for =
llu and Parker to put up with your leav- =
IS. ishall advise them" j
mo, dear Uncle Simon, for Heavens /
Ike. nc more advicep' l cried. .Just see /
Q havJc it has wrought in your own !
usehold, and would you go on scattering !,
reckleSsly about tie world9 You wifi :
We the universe in a bluzc." u
Uncle Simon laughed, rather sheepishly. 9
q wa silent.-Helen H. More, IN Ha,. q
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